July 1, 2007: Am I a Failure If I Can't Control What Happened?

Sunday, July 1, 2007

​I just saw a woman in my building who looks like a normal, nice person.

I was supposed to help with crew grocery shopping today, but my phone number on the contact sheet was off by one number. 

When I finally got a hold of Pippa, they had just finished. Oh, well. Things like that happen.

I’m getting a wart on my left hand - same hand I got one on in college.

I cleaned and packed today. Wrote letters and postcards. Paid bills. I just need to make lunch for tomorrow and I’ll be ready.